Klara loves the Kids Night Out at school. It’s a sort of a babysitting thing where you can leave the kids at school from 6:30 to 10:30 pm and have a date night with your husband. The kids get a movie and a pizza, build forts out of pillows, and make art. Klara is indifferent to pizza (“because it makes my mouth all spicy, mommy. I’d rather have a salad instead”) and is too young to enjoy a movie. She loves the pillow forts and the art, though.
“Mommy, don’t come to get me too early,” she says. “I want to stay playing with my friends.”
“But I miss you so much,” I explain. “This is why I come early.”
“It’s ok, mommy,” she says soothingly. “I have a brilliant idea. I’ll draw you a picture, and it will be beautiful, with a lot of glitter. So you can play with the picture while I’m away, and you won’t be bored!”
Ah, Clarissa! This is the first article you’ve ever posted that tugs at this old man’s heart! Forty years ago when I was stationed thousands of miles across the Pacific at an isolated Air Force base deep in Korea, my four-year-old niece back in Tennessee would periodically send me little messages written in crayon saying things like, “Melanie loves her Uncle Dreidel very much,” and “Uncle Dreidel, I wish you lived the us!”
I knew that career-wise, I was stationed where I belonged. But those innocent, sincere messages tore the heart right out of me!
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Extreme cuteness. 🙂
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